You Need To Stop Going On Walks, Smh~

You need to stop going on walks, smh~

"And who's gonna stop me from taking said walks? I'm the only Michael McDoesntexist."

You seem to be really enjoying Tsuko's presence.

"Well she isn't trying to kill me, and didn't break into my basement."

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"AB Negative is sweet yet savory, AB Positive has a minor spice to it, B Negative is sweet and sour, B Positive is sour and then sweet, and I could keep going but for Nosferatu each one is combination of something and Sweet."

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"Ooh, I see. What other kinds are there? Is there spicy? Savory? Sour?"

To put it simply, she was very curious despite how grotesque the concept was. Perhaps it was her love for food and cooking that had her interested in learning what kind of sustenance others had.

"There's a few reasons why actually." He said, his smile not leaving his face. "First, just before I met him I was killed by a man I respected, a man who decided the best way to kill me was to become the Monster of God, via stabbing his own heart with one of the nails that was nailed through Jesus Christ himself to pin him to the cross. Second, I've murdered countless people, those who deserved it those who didn't, all because I could. Third, I broke, tortured, and twisted the souls of the people I've consumed into mindless beasts that I could use on a whim. The final and most damning is that I accepted the devil's deal. So how dare he. How dare he forgive a monster such as I?"

He looks up towards the Angel, his expression, initially a frown, soon spreads into a wide grin. A grin full of large, sharp teeth as he begins to laugh softly. It then quickly grows with each word she speaks before loudly cackling at her final proclamation.

"Yes! Yes! How amusing of you to say little Angel! You who claim to be the judgement of God when he has already judged me worthy of his forgiveness thirty years ago. A forgiveness that I will continue to refuse for I know I'm not worthy of it."

"Here's a better idea sweetheart, how about you run back to daddy dearest and we both forget about this intrusion. Because I am sick and tired of people breaking into my basement, of breaking into my Master's home. And I swear, not to god or Satan, that if you don't leave right fucking now, Daddy will have a closed casket funeral."

He pulls out his guns, "So go on. Do it. Make my fucking day."

His body tensed at first as the creature's sharp fangs penetrated his flesh, but it soon relaxed. 

And your neck is now gone-